Spike thrashed around the bedroom as hard as he could, swinging his arms and jumping around to Eighteen Visions while images of Rarity flashed through his mind. He leapt on the bed. Failing to realize how close he was to the wall, he cracked his snout against its surface, falling flat on the mattress. He felt a familiar liquid gush from his nostrils. He wiped it with his claws, staring at it with a smile.
"Heh. Battle scars." he thought to himself. He jumped back up, ripping his coat and shirt off before resuming moshing like nothing happened.
Twilight entered her home with several bags of groceries in tow. She heard the aggressive rock emanate from the room she shared with her brother. She recognized the album immediately, and it meant only one thing could be on his mind. She placed the bags on the kitchen table and went to investigate the commotion.
Most would be horrified to see a family member's nose crooked and broken. Not Twilight. She'd come to expect this sort of rambunctious behavior over the years. She walked up to Spike and gave him a huge grin.
"So, which was it: your heart or your head?"
"Both." the dragon replied.
"I'll patch you up."
Twilight's horn began to glow. Using her magic, she snapped the fragments of bone back in place before binding them together. There wasn't even so much as a scratch left over.
"There. Good as new."
"Thanks. That shit hurt."
"Try to be a bit more careful from now on, huh?"
"Hey, it could've been worse. At least it wasn't Lifeless or something equally as heavy."
"Lucky for you I can afford medical bills."
"So...Wanna play golf?"
"I'll do you one better. Found this while I was out."
Twilight pulled a copy of Superman 64 from the pocket of her jeans.
"Yes!" Spike laughed.
"Maybe Applejack has a rotting pumpkin we can feed the pieces to."
"I call dibs on dropping it from the roof!"
"Aw! That's the best part! Oh, well. Guess I'll have to wait 'til next time."